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Summary:
Bella jumps off of the cliff in New Moon...but it wasn't Jacob who saved her. Tanya Denali and her sisters offer to take care of the delirious Bella. She can only remember one thing- her name. What happens when Edward shows up after he finds out Bella has died? If Bella can't remember, and she's so altered completely after her transformation into a vampire, how will they know? And was this someone's plan all along? Who was in on it?
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I stared at him, trying to find an answer for what he just said. He was right. There might not even be a heaven for all we know, and here I was, attempting to get his hopes up that there was when I knew he had no hope for anything left. “Love never fails.” I said simply.It's finished! It's so sad to see it end! But I'll be back before ya know it :D

11. Faster!

Irina turned around and looked back at me. “I don’t understand what you want to know exactly.”

Well, earlier you said you were in the same situation as I was- what do you mean by that?” I asked.

She tapped the armrest of her chair. “That’s very difficult for me to talk about.” She said, her voice barely reaching a whisper.

I stayed quiet. I wanted very badly to know what she was talking about- but I most definitely didn’t want to hurt Irina. She and I had become friends in the duration of time I’d been here. I thought it would only be fair that she knew so much about me, I should know something about her as well.

“You knew him. His name was Laurent. After James was trying to find you, Laurent wanted no part of it, so he came to Denali. When he came here, I knew instantly that I had found who I had been looking for. He was kind, and smart, and he always made me laugh. But, he promised that he would do a woman named Victoria’s bidding- to kill you.”

I felt my eyes widen slightly at her last words. I didn’t understand why somebody would want to kill me.

“You see, Edward killed James, and James was Victoria’s mate. She thought it would be fair to kill you in spite of him. So she sent Laurent to find you- she was a terrible tracker. When Laurent did find you…” she trailed off, looking out the window again. Her lips pursed together as she turned back to me. “You’re friend Jacob…is a werewolf, you know that, right?”

I nodded, though I didn’t know. But I didn’t want her to go off track and explain it to me.

“He and his pack saw that you were in danger, and they killed him. As I said, I have been in your situation before. It was just a little bit different.”

I nodded. “I’m sorry,” I said, feeling terrible that I made her tell that story to me.

“I’ve gotten better, but it was so hard at first. And you’re different than I am, Bella. Alice told me that she had never seen two people so in love.”

And though I couldn’t remember anything about him, I knew that that was true. It explains why the first time that I talked to Edward, I felt that slight flutter in my heart. I realized that I was barely breathing.

I didn’t know what I would do if I couldn’t save Edward. I didn’t think that I could endure the words, ‘We were too late.’

The engines roared loudly, and I heard a little girl begin to cry. I felt the plane lift off into the sky, and I wished that I could do the same.

If Edward and I were so in love, why couldn’t I remember anything? They say that you remember the scariest, and the happiest things in your life. According to Irina, while I was with Edward, I had many of both.

“Can I get you ladies something to drink?” A pretty, blonde flight attendant asked us.

Irina held up a hand. “No thank you. But we could use a couple of pillows.” She said, turning slightly to look at me. She winked so fast, that the flight attendant wouldn’t have even been able to notice.

“I’ll get those for you right away.” She smiled, and walked off into the back of the plane.

“Why did you ask for pillows?” I asked, leaning into Irina’s ear.

“Because there is no reason to draw attention to ourselves by not eating, drinking, going to the bathroom, or sleeping the whole eight hours. We could at least do two of the four. Try and use the bathroom at least twice during the flight, and pretend like your sleeping for a few hours.” She laughed, and so did I.

The woman came back holding two white, down- feather pillows. She handed one to me, and my hand touched hers. Her hand moved back immediately. “You’re a little cold, miss. Would you like a blanket as well?”

The attendant looked a little frightened, so I smiled tentatively and shot a pointed look over at Irina, who was looking out the window, pretending like she wasn’t hearing any of it.

My head became disconcerted as I flipped through my mind for a logical answer. “No, thank you. My hands are always cold.” I looked unobtrusively over at Irina again. I saw her grimace and roll her eyes.

I fixed the pillow behind my back and she reached over me to hand the other pillow to Irina. She took it gratefully. “Thank you. We’re exhausted.” She laughed with the flight attendant, who still look a little disturbed. I felt terrible.

“You ladies let me know if you need anything else,” She said, and walked off to the back of the plane.

Irina turned to me, and scrunched her eyebrows together. “My hands are always cold?” she mocked.

“Well, you have always been a terrible liar…” she smiled, and settled into her seat.

“Now sleep. We have a long eight hours ahead of us.”

I leaned my head back against the seat and stared at the top of the plane. I listened to the conversations of the couple behind us as I shut my eyes. They were old and bickering- it was the most entertainment I had on the entire flight.

It was ridiculous that Irina had acted so incredibly normal the entire flight. I watched as she bravely drank two Cokes, pretended to sleep for at least two and a half hours, and used the bathroom three times. I, however, refused to drink anything, closed my eyes for about forty five minutes before it became so uninteresting I opened them and used the bathroom.

The plane landed after the eight hours which seemed more like an eternity, and we were the first ones off. Irina led me through the buzzing airport. She spoke fluent Italian to two men as she asked for directions on the location of Volterra.

My throat began to burn he moment we stepped off of the plane. “Irina, I need to hunt.” I whispered.

She groaned. “Damn you for being a newborn!” she let go of my hand, and moved behind me, pushing me through the large crowd.

Luckily, it was getting darker, and the moon was starting to peek out in the sky. The sun was setting off in the distance. “Great. It’s almost nighttime, so we can run without causing a distraction. Let’s go.”

Irina took off into a run and I followed. We ran for about twenty minutes before we found a few deer out in an open field.

“Go, right now. You have five minutes to drain that animal and then we have to go.” She said sternly.

She pushed me towards the deer, and I turned back. “No! I’m fine. We have to go, we’ll waste time.” I said, and turned back to run in the direction we were going.

“Bella, if you’re thirsty- hunt. Volterra is about another twenty minutes away. We have enough time.” Irina said, her eyes turning dark, solidifying over the beautiful gold color.

I held my hands out to her. “Then why do you seem so afraid?” I yelled.

“Bella, you have to be quiet- be rational.” Her own voice calmed down.

“No, Irina!” I said, rolling my eyes and pinching the bridge of my nose. “Edward is about to die, and you’re worried about me. If we don’t have time, then we don’t have time.”

Irina looked around us. “Bella, we need to leave now.” Her face turned alarmed, and her eyes grew wide. “Now.”

“Where!?” I cried.

“Go!” Irina screamed, and she threw me halfway across the vacant grassland. She was following on my heels. I looked over my shoulder to see her in the same position I was. Her head snapped back and she screamed again. “Faster!”

“Why? Irina, what’s going on!?”

I started to become worried. She said that we still had time to get to Edward, but why were we running so fast? Why did it feel like my still heart was about o burst into flames- why did I have a feeling that we weren’t going to make it?

Then I saw it- the reason that we were sprinting across the field, the reason why we weren’t going to make it.

Following close behind us, was Kate. She was laughing and shaking her head. Her eyes glittered with the thrill of the chase. Irina looked deathly afraid and she looked at me with determination to keep going forward.

I heard a shrill laugh that seemed to echo through every corner of the green pasture. My head snapped back in position and there, only ten yards away, stood Tanya.

Her strawberry blonde hair was like fire framing her face, much redder than usual. Her golden eyes gleamed with excitement and a devilish smile spread across her divine lips.

I stopped running as a reflex.

“No, Bella! Don’t stop!” But I didn’t hear it. My eyes were only focused on Tanya and I could only hear the sounds of the wind blowing past us and through the trees.

She took a step toward me. I heard a sudden crash from behind and I turned to face Kate holding Irina on the ground with her hands behind her back.

“Run, Bella!” Irina screamed as she writhed in Kate’s hold.

Tanya seemed to have come closer in the split second that I had my back turned. “What did I tell you, Bella?” her melodic voice coaxed.

I didn’t respond. I stood in the middle of the meadow, terrified that this would be the end- terrified that Edward was going to die, and so was Irina, and so was I.

My face held its own mask as Tanya cocked her head to the side. “What did I tell you?” she repeated, sternly. All signs of amusement on her face, wiped away.

Again, I didn’t reply- I just stared blindly into the thrilled eyes of my hunter.